Favourite Thing Over and Over

One autumn afternoon,
needing to believe in something,
I went looking for mushrooms –
and found little protests bubbling on a damp stump,
colourful umbrellas pushing up from the soil
to shout into the forest air: THE LAND IS ALIVE and
connected underground by everything that matters,
the dark and earthy matter of living, dying and,
my favourite thing of all, one thing turning into another
over and over and again and
feeling, in the autumn sunshine,
a part of something bigger.